Chapter 1665: One Nian Supreme (3)

The darkness is like tide, like wind, like fog. It is invisible and qualityless, but it has a strong sense of existence, and that invisible sense of oppression fills the space.

Milo was still sitting there, and said indifferently: "Stop playing with these pretentious things for me, either come out for me or get out."

"You really have a big temper, as expected of the previous generation weapon soul." A voice sounded in the darkness, and then the darkness began to shrink, congealing into a human shape, and finally a man with black hair and black clothes came towards Milo. He has the same appearance as Allen, but his hair and pupils are desperately dark, but his skin is strangely pale.

Such a person, sitting on the wooden pier that Allen just sat on, just like this.

Black weapon.

Milo smiled and said: "I know you, little guy. Although you are also a tool soul, you should respect me anyway, I am much older than you."

"So what if you're old?" Hei Qi snorted, "Whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak. Do you understand, old guy."

Milo shrugged and said, "I know what you want, little one."

"Oh? That's so interesting. I don't even know what I'm going to do. Don't tell me you, an old guy, know me better than me?" Hei Qi hooked his fingers, "Let's listen."

"You voluntarily split your own consciousness, leaving the secondary will in the source device to ensure that the source device can be used, and the main will resides in Alan's consciousness, isn't that right?"

"So what?" Hei Qi asked back.

"If yes, it's easy." Miro's face became colder: "According to normal, your will should disappear now. But now you not only still exist, but you can enter my body without my invitation. Coupled with the huge momentum you made just now, it seems that instead of weakening, you are getting stronger. I guess, you are improving yourself by absorbing Allen's spiritual power?"

Hei Qi applauded and said, "Old guy, you really have some knowledge."

"So I guess further, your purpose is nothing more than to kill Allen's will and seize his body when you grow strong enough, so as to break away from the structure of the soul."

"It's terrible, you can guess right if you make a random guess."

Miro said coldly: "You entered my world to discover Alan's consciousness, and you want to take the opportunity to kill his consciousness. It's a pity, I found out as soon as you came, after all, this is my world."

"That's right, so for the sake of convenience next time, you die for me." Hei Qi slapped the table suddenly, splitting the wooden table in two, and stabbing from under the table with a pitch-black saber. The black weapon flicked on the edge of the blade, and the saber slashed towards Miro. At the same time, he jumped up, clasped his hands, and pulled down violently, pulling out two black thunderbolts and blasting towards Milo.

Unhurriedly, Milo opened his mouth and sprayed a white light on the saber, and the saber transformed by the will of the black weapon immediately shattered into pieces. At the same time, his feet hit the ground, and Lianren moved back with the wooden pier, causing two thunderbolts from the black weapon to hit the ground. The ground didn't explode, but collapsed downwards, forming an abyss that didn't know where to go.

The black weapon stands on top of the abyss, holding a pitch-black saber in both hands. The style of that sword is exactly the hymn of destruction.

Milo smiled.

"Are you scared silly, old guy?" Hei Qi said expressionlessly.

Milo stretched out his hand and said lightly: "If your hand is not the Hymn of Destruction, but the Hymn of Ashes, then I really have to think about how to deal with you. It's a pity that all you can copy now is the Hymn of Destruction. Obviously you haven't Grow enough to control the hymn of ashes. There is no need to worry about it, killing you is just a matter of lifting your fingers."

"Really? Then show me Miro!" Hei Qi stamped his feet, dragging the saber and pounced on Miro.

There was a sudden rumble of thunder in midair.

Hei Qi raised his head, his dark pupils shrank slightly.

There are swords falling from the sky.

Daruo Mountain.

Slowly sinking, unstoppable.

White Emperor Sword!

At the end of the sword, when it was the sound of the great sword piercing through the air, it was like thunder rushing. A struggling expression appeared on Hei Qi's face,

Finally, with a loud roar, he stopped his figure, and then his figure disappeared into the air like a bubble.

He left Milo's conscious world.

The priest raised his hand, and the White Emperor Sword in midair suddenly disappeared. With a flick of his hand again, the table cut open by the black weapon, the displaced wooden pier, and the underground abyss completely returned to their original state. Milo walked under the tree, picked an apple, put it in his mouth and bit it, with a very hesitant expression on his face.

Finally, he shrugged and said to himself: "Forget it, anyway, if necessary, you can erase that guy at any time. It's good to leave him as a target for Allen to sharpen his will, but you have to find a chance to remind him. "

"Hopefully he can survive this time."

This is a black world.

The black land, the black mountains, the rushing black river, the black trees all over the mountains, and a black city. This world is so lonely, deep, even hopeless.

It is lifeless, as if hovering on the verge of destruction, and will slide into the abyss of eternal doom at any time. Perhaps one day, it will fall apart and return to nothingness.

Fortunately not now.

So a ray of light passed through the clouds and landed on the ground, at the center of the black city. It is a light darker than darkness, a light deeper than despair, it is a black weapon.

This is the world of black devices.

Contrary to Miro's calm world, Hei Qi's world is just like his heart, deep and dark, without any light.

The hustle and bustle filled the air, Hei Qi stood up, looking at the black city, he suddenly yelled. The long knife in his hand swept around, and the buildings of the city fell around him.

Hei Qi's voice was very loud, and it could be heard from thousands of miles across the city.

But precisely because the voice is loud and spread far away, it brings out the loneliness of this world even more. Hei Qi let go of the knife and sat back. There was nothing in the rear, but a throne rose from the ground, just holding the black weapon.

Hei Qi was like a lonely king, resting on the armrest with one hand and resting his chin.

He waved his hand, and the buildings he had destroyed returned to their original state. Waved again, and people began to come out from the buildings. Men and women, the elderly and children, they are all human beings. But without exception, their hair was black, their skin was black, their eyes were black, and their clothes were black. These are not so much people as walking shadows.

Shadows move around, busy like real people. But whether it's a blacksmith knocking, a peddler walking the streets, or a child kicking a ball. They didn't make any sound, they shuttled around Hei Qi silently.

Hei Qi not only didn't feel the excitement, but felt even more lonely.

A lonely world, a lonely city.

An equally lonely soul is imprisoned.